--=Authors note: This is my first LOTR fanfic, and I've written many more
chapters of it. But I'll only post them depending on the feedback I get. So
if you like it, tell me for Legolas' sake! Also, I bet when ol J.R.R. reads
this is will be rolling in his grave. Never meant any disrespect to the
novels, I love em to death. This is just my point of view of an interesting
twist to the plot of the story. Rater R for later chapters. =--
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"I'll die before I ever see the rings in the dirty hands of an Elf!"
The commotion that followed that crude remark was practically endless. Leave it up to Gimli, the Dwarf, to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Hatered was defined in Middle-earth by the relationship between Dwarves and Elves. Dwarves, the fat, earth-dwelling warriors who cared of nothing but themselves were not to be ignored by the counsel. So they sent their representative. Gimli. And the elves themselves, who are tall, and fair skinned, with long flowing hair and remarkable beauty were only dragging the commotion on longer. These two races, along with representatives of human, hobbit and wizard were all gathered at Rivendell, one town of Elf- race. Amongst all the arguing and commotion, one sat alone. He sighed, half annoyed, half scared, and stood up.
"I will take the ring."
No one was listening.
"Ahem...I WILL TAKE THE RING."
Slowly, everyone was quiet. All stared at the short, blue eyed-curley haired hobbit. He was the bearer of the One Ring, the one ring to rule them all....he, was Frodo Baggins.
"I will go, but I do not know the way." He said in a quiet; child-like voice.
Aragorn, one representative of the human race, stepped forward.
"Little one, I will protect you to the end. You have my sword."
One of the Elves, a wiser and swifter looking fellow stepped forward as well.
"And you have my bow." Gimli offered his Axe...but the Elf wasn't listening. He had just pledged his young life and his strength of protection to a little hobbit who was half his height. He realized the road ahead was going to be hard...
Suddenly, three other hobbits rused forward, out of hiding in trees and bushes. These three, Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck, Preregrin "Pippin" Took, and Samwise "Sam" Gamgee, were Frodo's best friends. He jumped, they jumped.
...yes, this was going to be interesting...
Then, there were nine, standing alone. One great wizard, Gandalf the Grey; one Dwarf, Gimli; two human men, Aragorn and Boromir; four little hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin; and then, there was one Elf...
"You are....The Fellowship of the Ring!" Cheers erupted as the high Elf Elrond spoke these imortal words.
...he, was called Legolas. Yes, this was going to be an interesting adventure after all.
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"See, the woods beyond Rivendell...."
Gandalf went on and on about the history of the road the Fellowship travelled on. Half were half paying attention, half were hardly half there. Legolas was neither. He purposely blocked Gandalf out as much as he could, trying to enjoy the wildlife around him. Suddenly, he heard a small branch snap, just off of the path they were on. He was the only one who seemed to notice. Immediately his hand was on his bow, and his keen eyes scanned the forest. Finally dismissing it as nothing, he continued onward. Having almost caught up with the others, he heard a whirring sound, and a small projectile flew right infront of his nose. Grabbing and loading his bow at an amazing speed, he aimed for the woods.
"Gandalf! Halt! Draw your weapons!"
They took heed to his warning, and they all drew their respective weapons of choice. Facing where Legolas faced, they all deeply saught the threat. Just as they were letting down their guard, another arrow flew by, barely missing Frodo and Sam. Legolas took a chance and just fired his bow to the woods. Suddenly, a hooded figured jumped from the trees and landed in the middle of the road, bow in hand, sword drawn. Legolas sighed with annoyance and put away his bow. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Aragorn about to strike with his sword.
"Aragorn, friend, do not be so hasty. Put your weapons away and do not waste your time, words, or weariness on this creature."
"...you know him?" A questioning Aragorn raised his eyebrow in hesitance, but put his sword back in it's hilt. The figure shook the hood off and let it hang behind the Elven cloak.
"Her. Yes, that brown-nosed stuck up knows me. I'm suprised he's lending you his skills, if you can call them that...." A suprisingly feminine voice came from the lungs of their attacker. Her dark brown hair was shaved close on the sides, and drawn in a clean braid down the top. Stunning clear eyes almost identical to Legolas' own. Sneering, she placed her bow back into it's holder.
"Well at least I'm not a dirty, pathetic Half-elf! At least my blo-"
He didn't get much farther when he realized a sword was about one inch from his face. Reaching slowly for his dagger, his female counterpart growled.
"Don't you EVER call me a dirty Half-elf again. I swear Legolas Greenleaf, Archer of Mirkwood, I WILL have your little Elf-"
"That is quite enough!" Bellowed Gandalf, a gleam of impatience in his eyes. "Who, pray tell, is your little friend here, Legolas?"
"She is most certainly NOT my fri-"
"I'm NOT his friend, and my name is L-"
"Her name is Linaael, unfortunately, she is of Mirkwood. However , she is known by pochers, the high Elvish counsel, and anyone with a brain as-"
"Link." Gandalf finished. He was about to say something more, when Link started up again.
"I can fight for myself, Legolas....I can live for myself, Legolas....I can eat, sleep, walk, and run for myself, Legolas....I don't see a reason why I cannot SPEAK FOR MYSELF! Pig-headed, Orc-brained-"
"At least I'm truly immortal! At least I will never age, and never sleep, and never tire, and never trudge..."
A flicker of pain shadowed in Link's eyes. He had to rub it in, didn't he...
"But you, you daughter of an Elf and a Human...you may live for hundreds of years, but slowly, VERY slowly, you will age. You will grow old. And eventually, you will DIE as an ugly, old woman. While I will look upon you in the same image and strength that I am today."
"Oh how you underestimate me, Legolas! I am as skilled an archer as you, but I excel with my sword...something you do not. I am as light on my feet, as swift and as silent as you. But I am mortal...in a way. I will live to see your great-great grandsons great-great granddaughters. I can only die prematurely by the SAME THREE things you can die from. Steel...fire...and grief. I am an Elf at heart. However...I would rather die a weak, burdened old woman with only a pipe to her name than be anything in your image!"
With a roar, Legolas grabbed his dagger and prepared to leap forward to attack.
"I said...that is ENOUGH!" Gandalf slammed his staff down, and a crack as loud as a whip filled the air. Both arguers silent, he took this oppurtunity to speak.
"Now, Legolas...I feel Linaael is here for a reason,"
"A nusiance..."
"Ahem. I feel she may be able to help us. Being of Elven blood, she is as keen as you are, can fight as well as you can with a bow, and is well with the sword. She can be an ally to us. And Linaael, Legolas has been extremely helpful to us in any way he can be. Now, if you two can get along, we can expand this Fellowship..."
Avoiding each others eyes, they calmly said they were willing to be civil. Link said she needed an adventure. Her wild looks and sharp tongue would most certainly make this time so much more interesting.
"I have heard stories of why this group of travellers has come to pass. You, young Hobbit, bear the One Ring. But explain more, Gandalf the Grey."
As Gandalf explained to Link the task that lay ahead, she locked eyes with Legolas. There was the thick layer of detest between that the Hobbits, Dwarf and Humans saw, then, there was the deeply hidden layer of pure hatred, that only Gandalf knew of...but underneath that, lied a fire that no one saw coming...
"Excuse me, but Mr. Legolas sir...Mr. Gandalf sir, I'm not fleuent in Elvish tongue at all, and I have trouble pronouncing it and all...what does your name mean in common-tongue, Ms. Link ma-am?"
"And what is your name, little Hobbit?"
"I'm Sam Gamgee, this is Mr. Frodo Baggins, our ring bearer, Merry Brandybuck, and Pippin Took. The dwarf over there is Mr. Gimli, and don't feel bad, because he dosen't get along with Mr. Legolas very well himself. Also, there's Mr. Boromir there, and Mr. Aragorn. But we call him-"
"Strider. I know him."
"And of course, you know Mr. Gandalf here?"
" Yes, I do. It's a pleasure to meet you all, nice to see you again, Strider and Gandalf. Sam, I'd really prefer you just call me Link, everyone else does."
"Her Elven name is Linaael, Sam, it means-"
"Stop, Legolas. I forbid I be known by it. It disgusts me."
Gandalf, bustled that he was interrupted, continued on down the path, with the Fellowship following. But the two Elves did not follow before Legolas whispered a final comment to Link.
"As you wish, Pureheart, of the tame beings of Mirkwood. Whose human mother was named 'Elenaor' and whose Elvish father was Allaokieen...Lightlove. There is more to you than meets the eye, half-elf." And with a wink, he trotted off to join the others. Her face burning a bright crimson, she muttured under her breath at him before she ran off as well.
"There may be more to me than meets the eyes, but that is a part of me you will NEVER know, Legolas Greenleaf..."
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"I'll die before I ever see the rings in the dirty hands of an Elf!"
The commotion that followed that crude remark was practically endless. Leave it up to Gimli, the Dwarf, to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. Hatered was defined in Middle-earth by the relationship between Dwarves and Elves. Dwarves, the fat, earth-dwelling warriors who cared of nothing but themselves were not to be ignored by the counsel. So they sent their representative. Gimli. And the elves themselves, who are tall, and fair skinned, with long flowing hair and remarkable beauty were only dragging the commotion on longer. These two races, along with representatives of human, hobbit and wizard were all gathered at Rivendell, one town of Elf- race. Amongst all the arguing and commotion, one sat alone. He sighed, half annoyed, half scared, and stood up.
"I will take the ring."
No one was listening.
"Ahem...I WILL TAKE THE RING."
Slowly, everyone was quiet. All stared at the short, blue eyed-curley haired hobbit. He was the bearer of the One Ring, the one ring to rule them all....he, was Frodo Baggins.
"I will go, but I do not know the way." He said in a quiet; child-like voice.
Aragorn, one representative of the human race, stepped forward.
"Little one, I will protect you to the end. You have my sword."
One of the Elves, a wiser and swifter looking fellow stepped forward as well.
"And you have my bow." Gimli offered his Axe...but the Elf wasn't listening. He had just pledged his young life and his strength of protection to a little hobbit who was half his height. He realized the road ahead was going to be hard...
Suddenly, three other hobbits rused forward, out of hiding in trees and bushes. These three, Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck, Preregrin "Pippin" Took, and Samwise "Sam" Gamgee, were Frodo's best friends. He jumped, they jumped.
...yes, this was going to be interesting...
Then, there were nine, standing alone. One great wizard, Gandalf the Grey; one Dwarf, Gimli; two human men, Aragorn and Boromir; four little hobbits, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin; and then, there was one Elf...
"You are....The Fellowship of the Ring!" Cheers erupted as the high Elf Elrond spoke these imortal words.
...he, was called Legolas. Yes, this was going to be an interesting adventure after all.
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"See, the woods beyond Rivendell...."
Gandalf went on and on about the history of the road the Fellowship travelled on. Half were half paying attention, half were hardly half there. Legolas was neither. He purposely blocked Gandalf out as much as he could, trying to enjoy the wildlife around him. Suddenly, he heard a small branch snap, just off of the path they were on. He was the only one who seemed to notice. Immediately his hand was on his bow, and his keen eyes scanned the forest. Finally dismissing it as nothing, he continued onward. Having almost caught up with the others, he heard a whirring sound, and a small projectile flew right infront of his nose. Grabbing and loading his bow at an amazing speed, he aimed for the woods.
"Gandalf! Halt! Draw your weapons!"
They took heed to his warning, and they all drew their respective weapons of choice. Facing where Legolas faced, they all deeply saught the threat. Just as they were letting down their guard, another arrow flew by, barely missing Frodo and Sam. Legolas took a chance and just fired his bow to the woods. Suddenly, a hooded figured jumped from the trees and landed in the middle of the road, bow in hand, sword drawn. Legolas sighed with annoyance and put away his bow. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Aragorn about to strike with his sword.
"Aragorn, friend, do not be so hasty. Put your weapons away and do not waste your time, words, or weariness on this creature."
"...you know him?" A questioning Aragorn raised his eyebrow in hesitance, but put his sword back in it's hilt. The figure shook the hood off and let it hang behind the Elven cloak.
"Her. Yes, that brown-nosed stuck up knows me. I'm suprised he's lending you his skills, if you can call them that...." A suprisingly feminine voice came from the lungs of their attacker. Her dark brown hair was shaved close on the sides, and drawn in a clean braid down the top. Stunning clear eyes almost identical to Legolas' own. Sneering, she placed her bow back into it's holder.
"Well at least I'm not a dirty, pathetic Half-elf! At least my blo-"
He didn't get much farther when he realized a sword was about one inch from his face. Reaching slowly for his dagger, his female counterpart growled.
"Don't you EVER call me a dirty Half-elf again. I swear Legolas Greenleaf, Archer of Mirkwood, I WILL have your little Elf-"
"That is quite enough!" Bellowed Gandalf, a gleam of impatience in his eyes. "Who, pray tell, is your little friend here, Legolas?"
"She is most certainly NOT my fri-"
"I'm NOT his friend, and my name is L-"
"Her name is Linaael, unfortunately, she is of Mirkwood. However , she is known by pochers, the high Elvish counsel, and anyone with a brain as-"
"Link." Gandalf finished. He was about to say something more, when Link started up again.
"I can fight for myself, Legolas....I can live for myself, Legolas....I can eat, sleep, walk, and run for myself, Legolas....I don't see a reason why I cannot SPEAK FOR MYSELF! Pig-headed, Orc-brained-"
"At least I'm truly immortal! At least I will never age, and never sleep, and never tire, and never trudge..."
A flicker of pain shadowed in Link's eyes. He had to rub it in, didn't he...
"But you, you daughter of an Elf and a Human...you may live for hundreds of years, but slowly, VERY slowly, you will age. You will grow old. And eventually, you will DIE as an ugly, old woman. While I will look upon you in the same image and strength that I am today."
"Oh how you underestimate me, Legolas! I am as skilled an archer as you, but I excel with my sword...something you do not. I am as light on my feet, as swift and as silent as you. But I am mortal...in a way. I will live to see your great-great grandsons great-great granddaughters. I can only die prematurely by the SAME THREE things you can die from. Steel...fire...and grief. I am an Elf at heart. However...I would rather die a weak, burdened old woman with only a pipe to her name than be anything in your image!"
With a roar, Legolas grabbed his dagger and prepared to leap forward to attack.
"I said...that is ENOUGH!" Gandalf slammed his staff down, and a crack as loud as a whip filled the air. Both arguers silent, he took this oppurtunity to speak.
"Now, Legolas...I feel Linaael is here for a reason,"
"A nusiance..."
"Ahem. I feel she may be able to help us. Being of Elven blood, she is as keen as you are, can fight as well as you can with a bow, and is well with the sword. She can be an ally to us. And Linaael, Legolas has been extremely helpful to us in any way he can be. Now, if you two can get along, we can expand this Fellowship..."
Avoiding each others eyes, they calmly said they were willing to be civil. Link said she needed an adventure. Her wild looks and sharp tongue would most certainly make this time so much more interesting.
"I have heard stories of why this group of travellers has come to pass. You, young Hobbit, bear the One Ring. But explain more, Gandalf the Grey."
As Gandalf explained to Link the task that lay ahead, she locked eyes with Legolas. There was the thick layer of detest between that the Hobbits, Dwarf and Humans saw, then, there was the deeply hidden layer of pure hatred, that only Gandalf knew of...but underneath that, lied a fire that no one saw coming...
"Excuse me, but Mr. Legolas sir...Mr. Gandalf sir, I'm not fleuent in Elvish tongue at all, and I have trouble pronouncing it and all...what does your name mean in common-tongue, Ms. Link ma-am?"
"And what is your name, little Hobbit?"
"I'm Sam Gamgee, this is Mr. Frodo Baggins, our ring bearer, Merry Brandybuck, and Pippin Took. The dwarf over there is Mr. Gimli, and don't feel bad, because he dosen't get along with Mr. Legolas very well himself. Also, there's Mr. Boromir there, and Mr. Aragorn. But we call him-"
"Strider. I know him."
"And of course, you know Mr. Gandalf here?"
" Yes, I do. It's a pleasure to meet you all, nice to see you again, Strider and Gandalf. Sam, I'd really prefer you just call me Link, everyone else does."
"Her Elven name is Linaael, Sam, it means-"
"Stop, Legolas. I forbid I be known by it. It disgusts me."
Gandalf, bustled that he was interrupted, continued on down the path, with the Fellowship following. But the two Elves did not follow before Legolas whispered a final comment to Link.
"As you wish, Pureheart, of the tame beings of Mirkwood. Whose human mother was named 'Elenaor' and whose Elvish father was Allaokieen...Lightlove. There is more to you than meets the eye, half-elf." And with a wink, he trotted off to join the others. Her face burning a bright crimson, she muttured under her breath at him before she ran off as well.
"There may be more to me than meets the eyes, but that is a part of me you will NEVER know, Legolas Greenleaf..."
